I had the sensation that I might always be running like this, that I would always have to run, and that I would always be able to run.

Once a year, she remembers that she is insignificant. Then she forgets agains, because more than she is insignificant, she is forgetful.

Every time I get through the work on a book of nonfiction, I say I'll never do it again; it takes so much out of you.

I'm better than you think. I'm even better than I think I am.

All I ever wanted was to know what to do.

And there is a chance that everything we did was incorrect, but stasis is itself criminal for those with the means to move, and the means to weave communion between people.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.